The colossal structure of steel rises about as high as a building and stretches as wide as football field; reinforced steel and other amenities craft the convoluted shape of this dome, a sophisticated Arena deceitfully simple and functional. This massive structure will ensnare two warriors inside until only one of them is left alive. It is basically composed of large iron spikes which blossom from the steel web, razor sharp and pointy, quite useful if you want to inflict pain or better yet, to enjoy a little sport of impaling. There are weapons lodging near the spikes: Large hammers, clubs, knives, swords and many other simple but practical weapons. People are climbing the structure from the outside, some of them are perched at the top already cheering and singing for they know this is going to be exiting fun. They look ragged and hungry like a pack of wild animals climbing over the steel trying to get a piece of the fighters. Just as the tension builds up and the people’s voices raise with frenzy a man steps inside. He is clad in dark robes, a silver shaft glimmers in his hand and his dark sleek hair cascades down his back streaked with white locks of hair that make him look like an aged wizard. Immediately silence befalls the Arena and he speaks with a booming voice. "Welcome, to another edition of Thunderdome!!!!" The crowd cheers madly, waving their arms and screaming at the top of their lungs. The man steps forward raising both hands, two seasoned warriors aproach the center of the Arena, their faces painted with anticipation and hunger, the mob quiets and waits with sick anticipation for the first drop of blood, for the first scream of agony. This is a closed thread, only jackorias and Clancer Cross are allowed to fight here.
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I got nothing left to lose, but my sanity and the right to go insane...
Screams, shouts and cries filled the cold air of the metal death trap, reverberating from wall to wall till they escaped out the top of the of the steel cage. The only noise louder than the bloody cries of it’s desperate onlookers, was the booming voice of the announcer, giving the all green for the gory fight to commence. From one side of the arena protruded a rather creepy figure. It was lithe in form, it’s pure white skin contrasting nicely against it’s ebon nails. Upon it’s back stands a scythe, held against the purple and yellow cloth that clothed the demonic figure. With each light step it took across the lifeless steel, the knives clanged against each other, and the white masks on it’s hips swaying gently as it walked. If it had a face it would be smiling with anticipation for the upcoming bloodshed and the horrified screams.
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Dr. Luntus heard the roaring cries for blood as his thin, limey lips creased to make a nasty smile. Smelling the sweat of violent beasts that crowded around the cage made him feel immense joy. The greasy black hair on his head, and the red stones on his white coat, dangled as he briskly walked the cold, steel floor to meet his opponent. His lime green eyes examined the boorish clown. His pale, clammy hand took a small marker from his pocket and drew with it a strange pattern on his chest. His chest shined a light as his hand tapped the symbol and, by alchemical command, protein translation in his DNA skyrocketed. Inhuman strength and vigor filled him up as the proteins flowed in his veins, producing new muscle fibers and ATP. He dashed toward the clown, and reached out to grab it's chest and take it's beating heart.
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The limey, creepy looking man sprinted towards The Jester. Although The Jester was cunning, he wasn’t a coward either. The psychotic side of it burst from under the surface as he ran into the now suddenly strong man. The man’s fingers plunged through the clothes and the porcelain white skin of the demon, causing black blood to pour from the now gaping wounds in it’s chest. The Jester wasn’t one to care for pain, in fact the more blood the better, no matter whose it was. The arena now erupted in a vicious roar of cheer from the bloodthirsty watchers who watch from the bars above, taking in every gory second. The Jester reached back with his right hand and grabbed the end of the scythes handle, followed by him whipping it round to the front, performing a very inaccurate attack that was as stable as The jester’s broken mind.
Lutnus dug his fingers deeper into the foe's chest as the black blood splashed over his face. Entranced by this jester's masochism, he licked the black blood off his cheek, desiring to take his foe's DNA like many others. He then saw the clown make a clumsy yet powerful swing with a jagged scythe, and soon cringed in pain as it cleaved into his left shoulder painfully. His grip weaken on the clown's chest. Red blood sprayed like a crimson fountain over the arena floor as he heard the crowd begin to uproar over the gore. However, his face, contorted by pain, soon became a toothy grin as he quickly dabbed his right hand into his wound. Using his own blood, Lutnus then drew quickly drew a large symbol on his body and touched it. He then swung with his right hand at the jester's jaw for a bone-crushing swipe.
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The swipe made contact, hitting The Jester in it’s face (if you could call it that) and caused it to fly off the mutated humans arm, and tumbling across the floor. When it eventually came to a stop it was sat on its knees looking up at the bars. Suddenly a deafening and horrific scream erupted from The Jester, sounding like a little girl being brutally murdered. The scream stopped as quickly as it had begun, before The Jester snapped his head towards his opponent and uttering the words, “Just kidding”. The Jesters voice as almost as deformed as his personality, alternating from high girly voices to deep burly and sometimes demonic sounding voices. For the first time the entire match, the arena was silent, painted black and red by the two combatants, The Jester’s clothes where stained the same colours and it’s gaping wounds now only giving a trickle.
As the clown screamed in the silent arena, Lutnus became nostalgic. He remembered the painful experiments he performed on countless children back at his home-world. His chest then began to shine as the crimson stones on his body melted through his clothes and into his skin. His wound began to heal as a deluge of proteins spewed out unto the metal arena floor filled with blood. He had taken in the DNA of many diverse and deadly creatures and, by DNA unmethylation, he began to unlock his DNA and reveal the monster he was. Bored with this Harlequin's jesting, Lutnus spoke. "I'm through fooling around. Now, let's do this for real, shall we?" He then charged again at the jester and reached out to crush his head. Suddenly, a large green tentacle then emerged from his shoulder and, with a white bone blade attached, attempted to slice the foe's mid-section.
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“Get real?” A horrible cackle of different tones and origins rang through the blood stained arena and out the top to the now horrified watchers too scared to cheer at the gory battle taking place. “I’m glad to hear you say that because I thought your fighting was just a bad JOKE” The demon took great pleasure in fights like these and where is the fun in a “good fight” if there weren’t risks? With that in mind The Jester was going to make a gamble. Judging by it’s opponents expressions and how the fight was going, The Jester was hedging his bets that it’s opponent was rather happy with himself, so it quickly and gracefully waved it’s hand over the sadness theatre mask, and floated it to the void of it’s face. It then jumped in the air in an attempt to avoid and preparing for an aerial attack.
Lutnus grunted in irritation as both the tentacle, fabricated with muscle cells, and his hand swiped at the silent air. He looked up to set his beastly eyes on his foe, and looked with contempt as the clown played around with his masks. His skin though began to crack and peel as he then gave a twisted smile, revealing a dark green scaly hide underneath, showing his transformation. Spewing condescension from his sharp teeth, he said. "Oh, are we role-playing, now? Please tell me, comedy? No? Perhaps, tragedy? Yes, I think that fits you best!" Lutnus witnessed the clown prepare for an aerial attack to meet him at the bloody steel floor. Plucking a scale from under his crumbling face, light shined from it as he kept it between his fingers. The scale flew off his hand like a bullet as he flicked his fingers, aiming it toward the clown.
Upon seeing the beastly figure shoot the green scale towards the demon from between his finger tips The Jester reacted by bringing the blue, steely pole of it’s scythe in the way. Unfortunately even with the slight boost in strength and speed from the mask (at least some happiness evident in the man’s smiles) it was not enough, and the scale deflected and hit The Jester harshly in the shoulder causing it to spin in the air and fling blood throughout the already battle worn arena. For the first time since the petrifying scream, life and blood lust ripped through the crisp, tainted air once again reverberating through the death cage. The Jester was not done though. Using the momentum from the scale it outreached it’s scythe to become a spinning top on it’s side, plummeting towards it’s target. This is what The Jester lived and breathed for. Fun times.
Leaping to his left, Lutnus watched in horror as his right arm was severed from his shoulder. His arm and body fell down, landing in the pools of blood and as He lay on the cold steel floor, his severed arm twitched, his green eyes dilated and heard a woman's voice, the voice of his deceased wife, begging. Lutnus convulsed in agony as he heard her, pleading him to stop. Lutnus then cackled and screamed, rolling in the pool blood, remembering what he did to her. Lutnus, snickering as he let himself up, he then said. "Do you want to know how I killed my wife? I gave her the seed of a very special plant. Like the one, I gave you. Lutnus referred to the scale he shot into the Jester. He used it's skin pattern as an alchemical seal. The seed would grow, by stealing the host's blood.
The arena was a mix of emotions; the people up at the top of the steel nightmare were half cheering, half murmuring amongst each other about the twisted events taking place. The Jester was not fully aware of what the dismembered mess of a thing meant but mattered little. The air was now thick in pheromones which would slowly cause the poor doctor to become more and more depressed as time went on, but would be tolling on The Jester too. The cunningness of The Jester kicked in as he ran at the doctor, swinging his scythe wildly and blindly in the aim to cut anything in it’s path. As it ran it sang “Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water, then I came along and with a chorus of song they both succumbed to slaughter” this blind assault hiding his slowly weakening form.
Lutnus felt his vigor leaving him as he smelt an awful stench in the air. Though, he held his ground as the jester violently swung at his chest, pieces of his clothes, scales and flesh flew off and fell on the steel floor, mixing with the pools of blood. Though insulted by this clown's childish singing, He felt the jester's swings weakening as soon only his clothes were being torn apart, exposing his lacerated scaly torso. Lutnus then said, feeling a surge of confidence and determined to not lose to this fool. "Don't think you'll win that easily, you impetuous clown!" The crowd cheered, invigorated by the sheer tenacity of these two combatants. Two large insect wings suddenly sprout from the the doctor's back, evident that his transformation hadn't ceased. Lutnus then beat the suddenly formed insect wings, releasing a cloud of yellow dust, to stop and blind the Jester.
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The Jester was stopped dead in it’s tracks and the constant swinging of the scythe followed suit. The yellow dust had filled the air causing all vision of the arena to be severely obscured. Coughing and spluttering broke out among the watching viewers above, followed by cries of outrage due to the freaky doctor’s plan. The Jester could feel his body growing heavier by the second due to the pheromones taking effect and the wounds on his porcelain coloured body becoming ever more evident. It weakly back flipped a few times to gain some distance (it hoped) to get it’s balance. The knives and blades hidden about it’s person jangled enthusiastically as it performed it’s acrobatics, the colourful boots of The Jester padding lightly on the steel floor. It rose the demonic looking scythe across it’s body into a defensive position to try and ready for the next unpredictable attack.
Receiving a short reprieve from his foe's onslaught, Lutnus panted jadedly, astonished at his foe's tenacity, as he knew the sudden transformations and expressions of his monstrous genes exhausted his energy reserves and the voracious nature of the beasts engraved in his DNA would soon overwhelm his mind. However, the prospect of this excited him. His own son was only individual he could recall that had pushed him to this level. The sheer challenge of this fight would make his meal that much more satisfying. He spoke as his wings beat, resounding a low humming buzz in the yellow saturated air. "I need energy... need food... need meat... meat... meat... meat..." As he drooled over his prey, his old teeth slid out of there sockets, in favor of bestial ones. He then took flight and flew towards his prey,with his wings shrilling loudly, intending wolf down on it's arm.
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